hurt but not broken, tie shoe
sock in makes perfect at night; cloths
stock in bucket easy to wear
weir paradox finds solution to answer
puzzling thought carried folded mind
not even the maze gag fresh
the flame of Hades
weight count on the prize, like
stone thrown catches shadow
of the sky, so hard but easy to judge
no matter what is difficult, the
solution is there to reach; as the high
way keeps on moving,
the sand finds it road to be strong
the missing is there to gather
and the solution is hidden in your
mess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem